Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be—

I winced slightly as the plastic crushed under my fist. Little things like alarm clocks had been getting destroyed more and more lately. I was going to have to grow some control.

But I was the master at control. I was the one who could watch a five year old get blown to pieces and not even blink. I could be tortured for five months and never flinch. I could save an entire boat from a whirlpool by just re-wiring the system and gunning the engine.

I was unstoppable.

I was also hungry, according to my grumbling stomach.

So I quickly dressed in the classic school uniform of greys, blacks, and reds, brushed my auburn hair, and hurried out the door.

The hallways were generally empty—not many kids got up at this hour—and I thanked the Flying Spaghetti Monsters for it. All the students I had ever met had always acted all respectful and tried to get out of range as quickly as possible.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I quickly flipped it open.

"Wha?" I yawned, still waking up.

"Isabella, get down to sector ten immediately. You have a file waiting for you," came the robotic sound of the Director. I groaned loudly, causing several heads to turn as I continued the conversation.

"Give me five minutes to have breakfast. Then I'll look at your stupid file," I grumbled, pushing open the kitchen door. It cleared as soon as I took a step in the room.

"NOW, Isabella," the Director said sternly and hung up.

I sighed and glanced longingly at the box of Lucky Charms just waiting for me.

Now, don't get me wrong. The Director has been like a mom to me since I had none. She accepted me when I went wrong, when I exploded and had a temper tantrum. When I went crazy and destroyed. When I wasn't myself and couldn't be controlled.

When I was a monster.

That's why the students are so scared of me. Eight years ago, when I had just arrived here, I threw a fit. They kept wanting to test my abilities and I didn't—and still don't—like doctors or blood or anything. I freaked and destroyed half of the school. If it wasn't for the Director sedating me, I probably would have killed some innocent kid.

I would have never forgiven myself if I had.

Pushing the door and my thoughts out of the way, I walked back down the hall to the elevator and walked in, making sure I was alone—I was (surprise).

Quickly punching in the sector's key—6477466—I leaned on the wall and waiting for the tell-tale ding of the stopped elevator.

DING. The doors slid open and I was greeted by the hustle and bustle of sector ten. This was basically mission control, where the big cheese headed everything. Walking down the hallway, I collected stares and whispers.

"Is that her?"

"Did she seriously destroy the school?"

"Is she that dangerous?"

"She looks so…normal."

I chuckled quietly and plowed on to the main office. I cracked open the door and peeked around it.

"Hello, Isabella," the Director called from across her desk. I nodded and shut the sound-proof door behind me.

"Hey D'. What's crackin'?"

"What's 'crackin'', Isabella, is that the world's richest family has been threatened," the Director said sternly.

I almost burst out laughing.

"And what am I supposed to do about this? Aren't they just a bunch of stuck up idiots?" I asked, covering my smile.

"No, Isabella. They are some of the smartest people in the world. Highest GPA ever seen. Well, with one exception."

"Me." I stated quietly.

"Correct. We—I want you to protect Edward Cullen, the youngest child. Apparently, most of the threats have been directed at him. We feel you would also be more comfortable with people your own age so we have taken the liberty of enrolling you in school."

School.

School.

School.

SCHOOL.

"GAH!! Oh, you have GOT to be flippin KIDDING me! Remember the LAST TIME you tried to enroll me in school?! They are NEVER going to get that building standing AGAIN. This isn't about me, this is about the students I'll be around! They're going to end up HURT!"

"We understand that, Isabella, we do. But this is such an important case. Can you at least control your temper for five months, tops?"

I stared at her crisp professional frame. It symbolized everything she had ever worked for.

"The Cullens are also one of our biggest supporters. After this they might supply us with the funds to try to calm your "monster", as you put it," 'D' added quietly.

She knew she had my attention now. All I wanted was to be a normal little girl with a boyfriend and who's only focus was on what movie to watch tonight.

I nodded silently, grabbed the folder, and ghosted back into the hallway. My depressing mood at the topic of my temper seemed to sweep the sector, causing the floor to go quiet as I DING-ed the elevator. Punching in sector three's key—36767—I slid down and curled up in a ball against the wood walls.

ThOrNs In My SiDe:

I was assigned a mission where I was the problem

I had to hang out with stuck up snobs FILTHY RICH BRATS

My temper was threatening GOING to rise

I was still tired EXHAUSTED

I had homework GRULEING PAPER WORK to do

I needed to read BURN the file

And I still wanted my Lucky Charms.

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Sooo?

R&R!

Love ya'!

~*GrEy*~